Phei's hands slid down to her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh. He stepped back just enough to drink in the sight of her: bent over the island, cum-streaked tits squashed flat, ass high, thighs trembling and shining with her own juices.
He'd watched her for years in those private yoga sessions through the cracked gym door, watched her fold herself into impossible shapes, spine curling, hips opening like a flower.
He'd always wondered then how far she could really go.
Time to find that out.
"Leg up," he ordered, voice low and lethal.
Melissa didn't hesitate.
She lifted her right leg effortlessly, heel still in that red stiletto, and placed it on the marble island beside her torso, the height forcing her hips to tilt obscenely, her back arching into a perfect sideways split.
Years of yoga turned her body into a living sculpture: one leg grounded, the other stretched high and straight, every muscle taut, every curve on display.
And her pussy…
Goddamn.
Spread wide open by the extreme stretch, her swollen lips parted like an offering, glistening folds flushed dark pink, clit peeking out fat and needy, a steady stream of creamy arousal dripping straight down onto the floor in a thin silver line.
Phei's eyes raked over her like she was a living work of art, because right now she was.
Melissa stood on one trembling leg, the other lifted impossibly high, ankle hooked over the edge of the marble island at shoulder height for her, nearly chest height for him.
A perfect vertical split, 190 degrees if not more, the kind of pose only a decade of daily Ashtanga and hot-yoga obsession could produce.
Her hips were rolled open so wide that the tendons in her inner thigh stood out like cables under silk skin, every muscle elongated, trembling, glistening with sweat and squirt.
The stretch forced her lower back into a dramatic, graceful arch that thrust her ass outward and tilted her pelvis up like an offering plate.
Her pussy lips were pulled so far apart by the sheer openness of her hips that the thin membrane between her holes was visible, stretched taut, her clit forced forward and protruding like a second tongue.
Phei stepped closer, drinking in the obscene geometry of her body.
He placed one palm flat on the small of her back and pressed, just to test.
Her torso folded another impossible inch forward without resistance, spine curling like warm wax, until her raised leg was practically beside her ear, stiletto pointing at the ceiling. The movement dragged her pussy even wider, inner lips blooming fully open, revealing the slick pink tunnel fluttering helplessly inside.
"Fuck," he muttered, voice thick. "All those years watching you in downward dog… you really are built like a goddamn pretzel."
Melissa whimpered, the stretch burning deep in her hip flexors, but she didn't drop the leg. She held it. Held it perfectly, thighs shaking, toes pointed in the heel, every muscle locked in elegant, agonizing extension, because he hadn't told her to move.
He rewarded her with the head of his cock.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Faster, heavier, the bloated crown battering her exposed clit in rapid, wet slaps while she stayed frozen in that extreme split, body trembling but never collapsing.
Then he stopped.
She sobbed at the loss, hips twitching, trying to chase friction that wasn't there.
Phei gripped her waist with both hands, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass, and lined up.
One single, merciless thrust.
The Dragon speared her in one brutal stroke, the extreme angle of her split letting him drive even deeper than before, the head punching past her cervix and kissing the absolute end of her channel.
Yet still, five thick inches remained outside, trapped between her obscenely stretched lips.
Her scream was inhuman.
He pulled back, slow, watching her pussy cling and drag outward along every veined inch, then slammed home again.
Again.
Again.
Each thrust rocked her entire frame, the raised leg quivering in its perfect vertical line, tendons straining, sweat dripping down the inside of her thigh in rivulets.
He shifted his grip, one hand sliding under her lower back to support the impossible arch, the other locking around the ankle of her raised leg, holding her open like a folded piece of living origami.
He owned every degree of her flexibility now.
He fucked her like that, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder, using her decades of training to fold her body exactly how he wanted, turning her yoga perfection into a sleeve for his cock.
And when the final slap of his cockhead against her swollen clit came, followed by that one punishing, full-length thrust, her body detonated.
A violent, full-body seizure ripped through her, every overstretched muscle firing at once, leg locked rigid in the air, toes curled so hard the stiletto cracked at the seam.
Squirt exploded in a continuous, high-pressure jet, arcing three feet across the kitchen, splattering cabinets, floor, windows, while her pussy convulsed and spasmed around the half-buried Dragon in rhythmic, milking waves.
Phei held her steady through all of it, one arm banded under her arched spine, the other pinning her ankle high, keeping her folded open and helpless as the orgasm tore her apart.
Phei pulled out and gripped the base of his Dragon, still slick with her cream, and brought the heavy crown to her entrance for another yet serie of slaps.
Thwack. The first slap of his cockhead against her pussy was slow, deliberate, the wet sound echoing through the kitchen.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Faster now, heavier, the bloated head smacking her clit with every strike, sending jolts through her entire body.
Melissa's breath hitched into a broken whine. "Nngh—fuck—yes—"
He kept going, rhythmic, punishing slaps, the weight of his cock battering her clit until it swelled even fatter, angry red and throbbing. With his free hand he pinched it between thumb and forefinger, rolled it, tugged it, twisted it gently then hard, then soothed it with soft circles until she was sobbing.
"Please—please—inside—need it inside—"
He ignored her, slapping faster, the head of his cock painting her entire slit with pre-cum and grool, the impacts so rapid they blurred into one continuous vibration.
Her hips jerked, trying to chase him, but the stretch of her leg kept her pinned exactly where he wanted her.
He stopped.
Melissa let out a desperate, animal whimper at the sudden loss, her pussy clenching on nothing, a visible pulse rippling through her gaping hole.
Phei lined up.
Both hands clamped onto her waist like iron.
One brutal, unrelenting thrust.
The entire length he could give her speared inside in a single merciless stroke, the fat crown punching her cervix so hard her whole body lurched forward. Still, four thick inches remained outside, too long for any woman to ever take fully.
"AAAAAHHHH—FUCK! MY WOMB—MY FUCKING WOMB!" Her scream cracked the air, raw and shredded.
He pulled out slow, every ridge and vein dragging against her overstretched walls, her pussy lips clinging desperately, sucking him back, until only the head remained.
Then slammed home again.
Again.
Again.
Each withdrawal left her cunt gaping, fluttering, inner walls visibly spasming, desperate for the next invasion. Each thrust forced a fresh gush of cream to squirt out around his shaft, splattering his balls, the floor, her raised thigh.
He changed the angle, rolling his hips so the thick vein on the underside ground directly over her G-spot on every stroke. His fingers found her clit again: rubbing, flicking, slapping, pinching, never the same touch twice.
Melissa was crying now, real tears, mascara rivers down her cheeks, body shaking like a live wire.
He pulled all the way out, her pussy left gaping wide, a perfect O of ruined pink, and brought his cock down in one vicious slap directly onto her exposed clit.
THWACK!
"AAAAHHH!"
Before the scream finished, he drove back in, one single savage thrust that buried him to her absolute limit.
Her entire body seized.
A violent, full-body convulsion hit her like she'd been electrocuted, every muscle locking, then releasing, then locking again. Her raised leg trembled in the air, toes curled so hard the stiletto nearly flew off.
Phei held her tight, arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her from collapsing as the dam finally broke.
A torrent.
A gushing, unstoppable flood of clear girl-cum exploded around his cock, spraying in powerful arcs that soaked his abs, the island, the floor, her own raised leg. It kept coming, pulse after pulse, her pussy clenching and unclenching so hard it nearly pushed him out, only for him to slam back in and trigger another wave.
She screamed until her voice gave out, reduced to hoarse, broken sobs and gasps, body jerking helplessly in his grip like a puppet with its strings cut.
Squirt poured down in a relentless waterfall, pooling beneath them, dripping off the island in thick streams, the scent of her release thick in the air.
And still he stayed buried deep, letting her shattered cunt milk him with every spasm, every aftershock, every broken cry.
Melissa was gone.
Nothing left but a trembling, squirting, worshipful mess.
And the Dragon still wasn't finished with her.
The phone was recording everything to the littlest detail happening here!
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A/N:From now on I won't be labelling the R-18 chapters, it should hit when it is unexpected. What do you think?